Bundle up people, it’s winter in the South and that means some short, intense bursts of what Glenn Burns likes to call “bitter cold arctic air.” We get bouts of cold weather every year. And by cold I mean lows in the teens like we're experiencing now. It’s not like we live in Boston where average low temperatures are in the low 20s for several months of winter. While some of us may be so done with this whole "cold" thing (I'm talking about my husband here), the brutal weather is expected to hang on for just a couple of days before picking right back up to normal upper 40 and 50 degree wether. And for me that's ok. I really, really like the cold weather. I like the cold temperatures particularly when compared to the inevitable 95 degree days we'll get come August. Days where, if you'll remember, it's so hot that eggs fry on pavement and you can't walk across your back deck barefoot. Give me some brisk, cold air and a nice woodland walk to enjoy it and I’m a happy camper. Better yet, have a fire in the fireplace when you get home and the day is complete.

Have you ever noticed how much people moan about cold weather (yes, I'm talking about my husband here again). The cold weather gets a bad rap. The whole English language has written into negative associations with cold weather - brittle, bleak, dreary, frigid- to name a few.

But I think it's wonderful. Getting outside in really cold weather when you don't have to worry about the sweat rolling off your brow every time you take a step is a plus. It's invigorating. Sure, we may get a few sniffles here and there but for the most part a nice walk or quick run in upper 30 degree temps is what I call perfect conditions. There's nothing like a winter's cold air slap in the face to get a person moving.

Sometimes when we step outside in 20 or 30 degree weather it takes our breath away but in the South in August, temps can get so hot it seems hard to breath.

And of course, for those times when we don't want to bundle up and get outside, the cold weather is a perfect excuse to stay in, cuddled up next to the fire reading a good book or binge watching Netflix.

I have found that the people who complain about it being cold outside are usually the same ones with no hat, no gloves, and no jackets (and now I'm talking directly to my children who eschew the added layers).

And remember - it could always be worse. While we may not live between the Tropics of Capricorn and Cancer (think, Central America, Africa and the upper portions of South America) where there is only one season - and that's hot, we are fortunate to live in an area that gets to experience four weather patterns a year - summer, winter, autumn and spring. It's kind of the best of all worlds. We could live on Mount McKinley, Alaska, some 20,310 feet above sea level where the lowest recorded temp is negative 22.9 degrees Fahrenheit and wind chills reach as low as negative 59.2 degrees. Average highs there - at the fifth coldest place on earth according to sciencefocus.com, reach just 35 degrees in November, dropping to 29 and 30 degrees in December and January before heading up to a balmy 34 degree average high in February. And we don't live in North Ice, Greenland where average temperatures don't exceed 50 degrees F in the warmest summer months. (Of course, their air quality is among the best in the world due to the country's geographical position in the high north). That great air quality also comes at a price - to a large extent the country, at least 85 percent of it anyways, is always covered with ice or snow.

So while right now it may seem that Glenn Burns has figured out how to air condition outdoor spaces with the "bitter cold arctic air," just remember, Sunday’s high is expected to be 59. So get out there while you have a chance and take a brisk walk, breathing in lots and lots of cool - really cool - air.